From My Window
FROM THE ONLINE CHAPBOOK THE JOHN AND MIM POEMS
From My Window
Miriam Levine
True north the sooty clouds are shot with silver,
gray swathes break up our sunset
streaked silver-white—and quiet. I think
there can’t be too much silver—or redemption.
Now the wind turns leaves to silver undersides
shining high on the old tree true
to its name, silver maple. And below my window,
at the House for Mental Health Services,
rescue trucks flash lurid red, and steady
workers roll out a gurney on which
a young client lies unconscious,
his left arm dangling off the edge.
The John and Mim Poems
Miriam Levine
2026
The John and Mim Poems is a portrait of a marriage and Miriam Levine’s gift to you.